boy trouble

i got a boy got boy trouble

i got a man i just don't want

got myself in soapy bubble

he wants love but i don't

and when i see him on the street

i look the other way

and when he asks if we could meet

i tell him another day

boy trouble boy trouble

he thinks he's here to stay

boy trouble boy trouble

i wish he'd go away

i wish he'd go away

he brings me sweets he brings me flowers

he says he wants to be my friend

he rings me nearly every hour

there goes that phone again

he wants to take me out somewhere

got tickets for a show

i say i've got to wash my hair

'cos i don't wanna go

boy trouble boy trouble

he thinks he's here to stay

boy trouble boy trouble

i wish he'd go away

i wish he'd go away

boy trouble boy trouble

he thinks he's here to stay

boy trouble boy trouble

i wish he'd go away

i wish he'd go away

and when i see him on the street

i look the other way

and when he asks if we could meet

i tell him another day

boy trouble boy trouble

he thinks he's here to stay

boy trouble boy trouble

i wish he'd go away

i wish he'd go away